When we were barefoot teenagers, my sis and I would cruise around Huntington in a dirt brown Oldmobile. It was ugly - and not just "not cute" it was so ugly people would park two spaces down to give it breathing room.
One day we're sitting at a red light. I have my rosy toes hanging out of the passenger's window while my cute button-nosed sister is at the wheel. A carload of boys go by and they stare at us as if in slow-mo. We stare back - a moment is shared along with a zillion pounds of hormones.
"They were either looking at us - or the car." I remarked to Summer and readjusted myself on the tan cloth interior that was stained with the days of the past.
"Must've been the car," she said absentmindedly and then slammed on the gas as the light changed to green and the car filled with the cool breeze of an otherwise stifling summer day.
"'Cause it couldn't have been us - that they were looking at - huh?" I said.
She readjusted her seatbelt, gathered her curls up and flopped them over the headrest "Huh?" she replied.
I had to explain to her that she just insulted us both by saying that a group of virginal teenagers would rather ogle our auto rather than our bodies - she looked at my blankly and then erupted into George McFly giggles.
Having a junkheap for a car : $800
Having Summer as my sis: priceless
Making fun of her in my blog: mucho priceless.